"There's something else to worry about.

You don't quite know me yet, you see." "What do you mean ?" She had risen, too, and caught his arm.

"You're not well, Joe! You're white as a sheet!" He laughed a little.
"I'm not quite right.

Something wrong in here, I guess." He pressed one hand to the base of his brain and scowled as though it hurt him.
"Nothing serious, probably.

But before it goes too far, I want you to know that when I get well I'm going to have a try at all that--the work you spoke of.